With And Without You

Then: The Story Of The St. Patrick's day Escapades

It’s been a long time since my last update, I’m sorry. This is going to be a “then” chapter but I promise the drama is coming in the next “now” chapter, and the wait will not be this long.

Irish, I’m fucking Irish. What the hell do you expect? Irish people are drunks by blood, give them an excuse to drink and all hell will break loose. The moment I woke up on St. Patrick’s Day, it already seemed like a wonderful day and I was not the only one. Victoria was as excited as I was because, in her Latin blood, she was meant to be a drunk too. We really did think we could hold our liquor. Ha! We were so fucking wrong. When you are having the time of your lives, you really do lose focus of the pints, tequila shots and, in Victoria’s case, Martinis, too. Our evening of drinking started early. 6:00 pm, we knew we were going to get wasted we just wanted to speed up the process. Before, you go on and insult me, about being a real Irish person, I do know that it is a holy day celebrated by feast and church, etc. but being in London I found there was no need to follow all of that and just go with the fun “American” way (as most Irish people call it). So we dressed in green and green pearls and hats, and invited some friends. Cristina, Christian, Mary, Kendall, Jake, Josh and Nick were all surrounding the breakfast bar in the apartment with beers in hand, retelling stories and laughing.

The party was just starting.

Victoria was just about to die of a major laugh attack as Kendall recounted one of my most humiliating memories.

“Just as he was about to put his clothes back on, a cop comes from out of nowhere and says ‘I am going to have to take you to the station for that stunt you just pulled off’” he howled, as he wiped the tears from his eyes and everybody else calmed down from their own laughter.

I, myself, wiped some tears from my eyes.

“And I almost got away with it too! Bloody knob had to come and ruin it all, but I could still see he was kind of impress by what I had just done!” I said eyes wiped my tears.

“Ok! Enough of that!” Victoria said still laughing a little, “It’s 9:00 pm and we need to go to a club and shake our green asses off!”

We all nodded in agreement.

“But first!” Cristina interrupted. “Let’s drink shots, bitches!”

Two rounds of shots later, we were heading out the door, more like stumbling. We were walking to club that was a few blocks away because none of us were stupid enough to think we could actually drive. We were howling and cackling like hyenas, and our voices were echoed through the streets of London. It wasn’t as if they were quiet but since everyone was in a bar celebrating this fine green holiday, the streets weren’t exactly crowded. We turned some heads, but we did not give four fucks because in all honesty we didn’t even know where the fuck we were going.

As the girls walked a few steps in front laughing at our expense, we tried not to fall to the ground in laughter at our stupid selves. We had tried to make the ladies swoon acting like The Jersey boys as we walked backwards down the sidewalk singing off beat to “Problem”, as the ladies feigned swooning and fanned their faces. Suddenly Mary’s eyes widened, and whispered something in to the other girls’ ears and they started laughing. But we were so into the chorus of the fucking song that we backed straight in to wall. Hard. Kendall smacked his head and we all just smacked our whole bodies to the wall. And the girls just started howling in laughter they rounded the corner to the entrance of the club.